I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
- A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
- A House Upon The Height
- There Is Another Sky
- A Little Road Not Made Man